Halloween riddles

One day a year I am decorated in style and am the center of attention even when you make me into a pie. What am I?

I always leave a trace, so you can see where I’ve been. I have some extra legs, and I make people scream. What am I?

Some people believe in me and others don’t. At night I roam around and sometimes I float. If you hear a troubled noise coming from the ground, go run and hide from my creepy sound. What am I?

I am home to one, enemy to another I am silky smooth, but I am never desired. What am I?

With pointed fangs I sit and wait Over bloodless victims, I proclaim my might I can eternally join with a single bite. What am I?

A vampire’s biggest fear, But a chef’s favorite ingredient. What is it?

I have a name but it isn’t mine You don’t think about me while in your prime People cry when I’m in their sight Others lie with me all day and night. What am I?

Made out of different body parts Brought to life by electricity Bolts in my neck and yellowish skin Who am I?

I have no feet to dance, I have no eyes to see, I have no life to live or die, but yet I do all three. What am I?

I am a body with a leg, an arm and a head, but I don’t have flesh or eyeballs. How is that possible?

I wander around although I am dead I like to eat the brains in your head. What am I?

It is thanks to this item that you can sweep the floor It’s also used by witches So they can fly and soar. What is it?

I am wrapped, but I am not a gift. I am kept neatly in a chamber, and archeologists find me as a great treasure. What am I?

The person who built it sold it. The person who bought it never used it. The person who used it never saw it. What is it?

If you see one flying around, you’d better be careful at night, as some turn into vampires and will give your neck a big bite. What are they?

You can easily get me any time of year, but you have to specifically ask for me on Halloween—otherwise, you’ll end up empty handed. What am I?

Eye of newt and toe of frog Wool of bat? Just a spot These are all what witches brew Inside this big black pot. What is it?

In this place people lie and people cry. Here the people all ask why. In this place, the people sleep and the people weep, people’s solitude they keep. What is this place?

You may see this hairy creature by the light of the moon. You can start running but it will likely catch you soon. You can hope for escape with the rising sun. But you have a better chance with silver bullets and a gun. What am I?

I’m tall when I’m young, I’m short when I’m old, and every Halloween, I stand up inside jack-o’-lanterns. What am I?

I’m thought to bring bad luck, I blend in the night and I’m known to mingle with witches. What am I?

You can find me from head to toe, I am a liquid, I make some people faint and I am in every living being you know. What am I?

This place has hardly any lights, but a lot of creaking floors. There are all kinds of strange noises and some random slamming doors. What is it?

I have a head and no body. My smile lights up the night. What am I?